Martial Arts Master Chapter 47: Central Arena

　　 Ning calmly, holding Yuan Shouyi, Lou Cheng, with the help of Jin Dan, looked at himself inwardly, squirmed his muscles a little, adjusted his state, forgot everything outside the game, and completely focused his attention and spirit. stand up.

　　Unconsciously, he heard the announcement of the referee in the central ring:

　　"Ye Youting wins the fifth game!"

　　The fourth and fifth games are over... Lou Cheng opened his eyes, his eyes dark as if he were a deep pool, and he walked away, walking towards the center of the venue without rush, and stepped on the familiar and unfamiliar stone. System steps.

　　 I used to envy the main members of the Budo Club to walk this glorious path, but now I finally have a chance to try it.

　　 one step, two steps, three steps, he walked up the steps, stepped onto the ring, and stood on the right hand side of the referee.

　　 During this process, he was keenly aware that there were hundreds of eyes looking at him, and he heard sparse applause and shouts, although the black heads and mountains in the Big Budo Stadium were as warm as a tsunami. It's a lot worse, but it belongs to Lin Que, Chen Changhua and the others, and it belongs to themselves!

　　's eyes were flat, Lou Cheng saw Wu Shitong, a lay disciple of Daxing Temple. He was wearing a red and yellow martial arts uniform with a lotus pattern on the cuffs. He was sturdy, of medium height, and had a faint beard on his mouth. Mature, but a bit childish.

　　 is still a seventeen-year-old boy... With this thought, the last fear of Lou Cheng to Wu Shitong is like the white snow under the sun, quickly dissolving.

　　 looked up, he saw the big screen diagonally above, where he confronted Wu Shitong, highlighting a line of clear text:

　　"Dahangji disciple VS mysterious master!"

　　"Buddhist Zen is a must-have for the Ice Ministry!"

　　 On the stand, Lao Zheng and other spectators who had watched the Lou Cheng competition adjusted their sitting postures, looking forward to the start of the game, facing the words on the big screen, they were all a little excited.

　　The martial art is the ultimate of the individual's flesh, igniting the longing and worship of the strong in the hearts of mankind since primitive society.

　　 "Which of you has watched that Daxing Temple disciple's game? What is he good at?" Old Zheng asked subconsciously.

　　 On the first day, he went to see Wu Shitong’s battle as recommended, but the whole process was lacklustre. He only vaguely remembered that he had a hard grip and didn’t give the opponent any chance.

　　 Old Zheng’s companion, you look at me, I look at you, and shook his head blankly: "We were at work before, not your strong recommendation. How could we use up the vacation in advance?"

　　Old Zheng stopped talking, but for some reason, his heart became tight, and he became more worried about Lou Cheng.

　　 Liu Yinglong looked at the big screen and asked as if to himself: "Who of you watched Wu Shitong's game before?"

　　 "I watched it once, and he used a big open tablet hand and a big smash tablet hand, very powerful." Qin Zhilin recalled.

　　 "He seems to be taking the path of violent demons..." Liu Yinglong nodded slightly, his eyes returned to the ring, no more words, waiting for the battle.

At the stand near 　　, a young man with a slab-inch glance glanced at the big screen and said:

　　 "Master, it is our hotel student, he really came to participate in the competition."

　　He is wearing a dark cyan martial arts suit with a mountain pattern on the cuffs and neckline.

　　 The old man with big earlobes laughed: "When you are old and old, you can't be a real person. He can make it to the fourth round, and his strength does not seem weak."

　　The young man clasped his hands together, with a faint iron color: "He seems to have a knack for ice."

　　 "No wonder..." the old man suddenly said, "Xiao Ye, take a closer look, maybe you will meet in the next game. Although you have already set the ninth professional rank, you can't underestimate the outstanding person among the amateur martial artists. ."

　　 "Yeah." The young man nodded vigorously, and suddenly said depressedly: "Master, I will definitely break into the final four. For my dad's illness, you, you have helped too much."

　　 The old man smiled: "Being a teacher for a lifetime is not only a requirement for the disciple, but also for the master. Let’s not talk about it, let’s play hard. You two sisters are still waiting for you to have a big meal. ."

　　 "Okay!" The Ban Cun youth clenched his fists subconsciously and cast his eyes on the ring.

　　 Because of the eye-catching slogan, all the viewers who noticed turned their eyes to the central ring, and for a while, Lou Cheng felt exposed to the spotlight.

　　 They bring pressure and beauty!

　　 Just then, Wu Shitong spoke and smiled:

　　 "I have seen your previous game highlights,'Blizzard Twenty-Four Hits' is nothing but that."

　　樓成 was the first time I met the provocation of dialogue time, so anger rose in my heart, but so? But this can also beat you!

　　 But visualizing the "condensing pile" half-still, he quickly recovered his calmness, telling himself not to be affected by words, and being influenced by emotions during the game, showing an undesirable deviation.

　　Budo fighting, emotional and spiritual factors are also very important, and the confrontation at the spiritual level is something that you will experience when you step into the high rank!

After 　　 calmed down, Lou Cheng remained calm, and said with a little smile: "I have watched many games these days, and I have a bit of an impression of you. Since I am a disciple of Daxing Temple, maintaining a humble and compassionate attitude seems even better. Meet the requirements of Zen?"

　　 He lied, implying that he had watched Wu Shitong’s game and knew something about his martial arts!

　　 Wu Shitong was stunned, a trace of panic flashed across his face, and he returned to just now without seeing any ripples:

　　"Buddhas also have fire, and besides compassion, there is Vajra and Devil."

　　楼成 didn't respond anymore, just maintained a mysterious smile, as if to say, I have seen you through!

　　 This is the most superficial psychic encounter, and it is also encountered in daily life.

　　 Wu Shitong also closed his mouth and adjusted his breathing. The remaining time ticked by, creating increasingly heavier pressure.

　　 The referee raised his hand, glanced left and right, and suddenly waved it down:

　　 "Start!"

　　 As soon as his voice fell, Lou Cheng stepped on a snake step, swinging his center of gravity, and quickly approached Wu Shitong.

　　 In the stands, the audience applauded and applauded for the first attack of the game!

　　 Wu Shitong's expression is a little more solemn, as if he is not sure that the building is in the true direction, he simply lowered his waist and put on a defensive posture.

　　 Building Cheng's center of gravity suddenly changed, and it went around to Wu Shitong's right side, and his left palm shot out like a swift wind, bringing out bursts of cold, but there was no sound of breaking through the air.

　　 In his mind, there was a picture of the chill coming before the snow.

　　 "Blizzard Twenty-Four Strikes" second momentum, the chill is deep!

　　 Faced with this unusually fast palm, Wu Shitong didn't rush, lifted his elbow, just enough to block Lou Cheng's shot.

　　 Snap!

　　, the palm and arm were retracted as soon as he touched it, Lou Chenghan's unrevealed strength only spit out a small amount and chose to stop, borrowed a little force, and pulled his body to the front of Wu Shitong.

　　 He just moved away from his original position, and there was a loud noise. Wu Shitong kicked it quickly with a whip, and fell into the empty space.

　　 seized the opportunity, Lou Cheng once again slapped Wu Shitong's neck with a quick palm.

　　 He always spares his energy to prevent unknown moves by unknown opponents. This offense is mainly temptation!

　　 Wu Shitong's whip leg just returned, Lou Cheng's right palm has arrived, he took a deep breath, his hands were not stored in the process, directly pushed, but the momentum is still amazing, there is almost the power of cracking the stone, Lou Cheng just one When you touch, you can feel the strength of hardness and fierceness, and the changes in the opponent's muscles reflected in the heart lake through the pores.

　　Adjusted himself, changed his center of gravity, Lou Cheng quickly borrowed some strength, and then flashed to the side, his footwork spread out, his palms and low kicks staggered, gradually woven into a net of feminine and dense attack, and the wave passed by. One wave, one wave after another, made the enemy breathless.

　　 In this process, Lou Cheng still left a little extra effort to deal with unexpected changes.

　　Slowly, he had a preliminary judgment on Wu Shitong’s martial arts. The opponent is mainly a fierce palm, and should have both the advantages of a big open tablet hand and a big smashed tablet hand. If he is on the torso and head If you shoot, you probably won't be able to fight.

　　 Correspondingly, Wu Shitong's footwork is obviously tough and tough, shorter than agility and fighting, Lou Cheng attacked with a "cold to the bone" trend, just to restrain him.

　　 "If he meets Liu Yinglong, a thong-arm fist, he will be even more embarrassed..." With a flash of thought, Lou Cheng imagined the violent storm and snow in his mind, blending fierceness and madness into the "cold to the bone" , Leng Ruming's heart lake constantly "listened" to the opponent's changes, borrowed his strength, punched hard, passed one kick quickly, and quickly smoothed out the weakness in strength, making Wu Shitong unable to fight back. , Like a passerby walking alone in the North Pole, faltering.

　　 Above the stands, there was another burst of applause and applause, applauding Lou Cheng's stormy attack.

　　 Several times, Wu Shitong wanted to get rid of the predicament with the explosive moves of the Big Open Tablet Hand and the Big Smash Tablet Hand, but Lou Cheng, who had a fierce collision with "One Punch" yesterday, had corresponding experience and did not evade. , Using the "electric fire pile" to promote the "great avalanche" trend, head-to-head blocked, the frenzied and fierce attack did not abate.

　　 Liu Yinglong frowned slightly, and whispered to his junior brother Qin Zhilin: "Wu Shitong is not as strong as he thought. Is it really the second-grade amateur's strength?"

　　"It should be the reason for the restraint of the fighting style. Those two-door palms are not easy." Qin Zhilin said in deep thought~IndoMTL.com~When the battle was reached, Lou Cheng's right hand shook, and his fist pierced out like a gun , Yu hit the left arm of Wu Shitong's hurried parry with a crisp sound.

　　 Snap!

　　 a muffled sound erupted, Wu Shitong's left arm swayed, and he was bounced by the majestic force, exposing a big open space in front of his chest.

　　樓成 was not forgiving, and once again borrowed strength, his left fist whizzed out, like a dragon, abruptly digging into Wu Shitong’s chest!

　　噗!

　　 Wu Shitong punched in the chest, but Lou Cheng didn't feel like he was hitting a flesh and blood body. Instead, he seemed to hit a piece of hardwood with a strange noise.

　　 Lou Cheng's face changed slightly, and he was about to fly back and avoid him, but he was ferociously grabbed by a faint golden palm and grabbed his wrist!

　　 Golden Bell Jar!

　　 Wu Shitong’s fundamental technique is the golden bell!

　　 He used the provocation of dialogue time, the passiveness at the beginning, and the big open tablet hand and the big smashed tablet hand that were used in critical moments, telling himself a nearly true story, a Daxing Temple lay disciple with palm Know the story!

　　 This gradually made myself lose the heart of temptation, and began to attack wildly without reservation in order to suppress.

　　 And at the end of the story, everything turned upside down!

In Lou Cheng's sight, Wu Shitong's mouth curled up slightly, showing a smile, the childishness on his face completely faded, as if to say, what about your previous games? They haven't been able to force my golden bell!

　　 His right hand grabbed Lou Cheng's left wrist firmly.

　　PS: At this point, I have an idea whether the pseudo-monks who use the golden bell are particularly fond of telling stories... (As usual, ask for more recommendation tickets in advance on Monday~ IndoMTL.com~ Book friends are welcome Come and read, the latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all at ~IndoMTL.com~ For mobile phone users, please go to read.